"If you like. Do you think it a pretty name?"
"A sweet name. Now, Geraldine, will you tell me what made you take my face for a sketch?"
The utterance of her name pleased her. She looked up at me with lighted eyes.
"Have I not told you?"
"No. Your answer was evasive. I want the truth."
"I wished to see if I could hit off its expression with my pencil."
"And you have drawn a good likeness. But I miss one thing."
"What is that?" she asked, getting up and looking at the drawing.
"Look at those eyes," I answered, bending over her and pointing.
"Well; they are bold—do you mean they are not large enough?"